.Façade.

you carry alabaster smiles

in the curl of your mouth,

have aged tears hiding in the thicket of your curl,

you.

betrothed your soul to the ground i walked on,

ate the fruits my chest bore in every season and

still left me.

your

prized peace of earth, I should have learned

as the shores do at high tide... give enough of

yourself and surely.... if only for moments everyday

the element of water

will swallow you whole.

and leave you needing

more than ever before.

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...

1 Corinthians 13

...and I will continue in this manor.

Good Night World.